Wintry Bouquet by Joan McNerney
Wintry Bouquet This January during wide nights hemmed by blackness, I remember roses. Pink yellow red violet those satin blooms of June. We must wait five months before seeing blossoms, touch their brightness crush their scent with fingertips. Now there are only ebony pools of winter’s heavy ink of darkness. Dipping into memory of my lips touching petals tantalizing sweet buds. My body longs for softness. I glimpse brilliant faces of flowers right before me as I burrow beneath frosty blankets. Bracing against that long, cold nocturnal of wind and shadow. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunc...